Woke up early to go to the hospital with mom. Doctors always make me queasy, except for the dentist, so I always drag her with me because she makes me feel safe. Anyway... I've been put on anti-depressants again. It seems like whenever I get rid of them, they come get me back. What I'm really sick of hearing is every doctor telling me to "try to not think too much." It's almost like they think I love laying awake at night, thinking about shit that I don't want anything to do with. Oh, well...

During that time we had to waste, mom and I had coffee and snacks and then walked around. At this shoe store, I saw a pair of cute shoes so we went in. And then, once we were inside, I absolutely fell in love with these and, of course, bought them. (I'm such a sucker for Mary Janes!) Later on we went to the mall to exchange the shirt my aunt got for me --it was too small; surprise, surprise!-- and I got this purse, which can easily hold a few books, my planner, journal and my ancient Discman. Oh, yes. I pick even my purses according to my dorky junk.

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I HATEHATEHATE these ads, and I hate the TV commercial even more. If I were Obama, I'd sue their asses.

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I've finally finished the spring purse (still gotta do the lining and sew the zipper though):


Front.


Back.

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I think that's all for now. These pills are already kicking in, so I'm gonna lie down and watch Six Feet Under.